Chapter 30 (end)

"Hey Zorin, why don't you go for a break, you look exhausted?" One of my co-workers, Gina, suggested."Really? I don't mind, Gina, it's okay-""No I insist! Go spend ten or fifteen minutes outside, it'll do you good." "Alright then...if you say so." I shrugged in defeat and walked outside.

It was nighttime and I was working a double shift. So I guess a full time shift you could say. The night weather was beautiful and the sky sparkled upon my worthless presence. I had been working for I don't know how many hours. I checked the time on my phone. It had just turned 8pm. Time was so different in Mexico. Everything was different here.

And that was why I loved it.

I love working with everyone at the diner so much. I have only been working here for two weeks and already adjusted to being a waitress again. There's so much different music, food and people here and it's amazing.

Just as I was thinking, my phone rang again. I let it go to voicemail. But then, I got curious and listened to the voicemail. I pressed on the newest voicemail and put my phone to my ear. I was actually pretty nervous. But I had to stay strong no matter what.

"Cheryl, this is Jean. Please come home, everyone misses you so much. I'm back in France and working at the restaurant again. I just didn't want to stay in England and needed to see my friends again. Since this marriage clearly hasn't worked out. Cheryl, if you're listening right now, please call back as soon as you can. I can't imagine my life without you and I'm so sorry for upsetting you before you left. I'm begging you, give me one more chance and I will treat you better. And I will make sure that Sundraj and Lily do something about the paparazzi situation. But if you decide to not answer me, I hope you have a happy and peaceful life wherever you are. I really do. But I'll do anything I can to find you. Just remember that. Bye."

JB.

His voice was thick and breaking up all throughout the message. I couldn't stop myself from welling up.

What the f*** have I done?

Why did I just let him go?

Who the f*** am I?

I then realised...

I was asking myself the same question again. The same question I asked myself in 2010 when I had malaria. I was in the same mental situation right now. And I didn't know why. Everything that happened was so quick over these last two to three weeks that I felt like I wasn't controlling my life anymore.

But that's the past.

I've got to focus living life now.

I can't just go back to them.

There's no chance I'm giving up now.

I then started to wonder what would happen back in the UK after I'd been gone for a while. Sure I'd left my home but I still thought about it. I worried all the time. It was just the way I was. I was even worried about pigeons and birds with broken wings when I was little. I hated to be mean.

I had no idea how long I stayed outside for. Longer than ten minutes to say the least. But I had been working for ages so I guess i needed some time to relax.

Then, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned round to see Rico. He scratched his head. He seemed pretty shy.

"Rico, what are you doing here?" I asked."Well, you have been out here for half an hour now. Carlos was wondering if you were going back inside." Rico answered."Oh, yeah. I guess I should go back to work." I nodded."Zorin?""Yeah, Rico?" "Can you help me with my tables? It's kind of busy tonight." "Yeah, sure man." "Thanks."

We both went inside and carried on working. Rico was right. It was a very busy night tonight. Some of the customers couldn't speak English so I struggled a little bit. Everyone at the diner has been teaching me how to speak Spanish to the customers. It's hard to remember all the translations but I'm getting there.

(A/N: I actually can't speak Spanish. Only some French)

At the end of my shift, I went to the beach. It wasn't that dark since it was April. It was 10pm at this point. The beaches in La Paz were amazing.

The breeze felt calming against my skin.

Ideas of my future came into my mind.

Maybe I'll have kids after all?

Maybe I'll find a new man to love?

What if I get crushes on every single Mexican man I saw?

Because I will admit, the men here are smoking.

Wait...

No...

Remember what we said Cheryl...

No mucking around, no having kids, no new boyfriends or lovers.

I've got to keep myself grounded.

The future can wait.

No one can know the real me...

This is the end of one chapter.

And the start of a fresh one.

It's time to put my mask on...

And be known not as popstar, Cheryl Fernandez-Versini...

But as the new me.

Zorin Jones-Stevenson.

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(Thank you all for reading this fanfic. I know it's not as short as some Cheryl fanfics but I hope you have enjoyed reading this story. I will be focusing on writing my other fan fictions- including one or two Cheryl oneshots and my Mariah Carey x Cheryl story - before going on to write the sequel. I have a name and a cover sorted and I'm excited to write a sequel to this after I take a break. Thank you again for all the reads and votes as well as the few nice comments I got too! See you later, Elise x)